Together we carry on

Posted on Sunday April 7, 2024 @ 3:07am by Senior Chief Petty Officer Isem Mesu

428 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Prologue: First Steps
Location: Portola CA Earth

Isem was in the home of his wife’s Human family. It was her maternal great-grandmother’s home. Isem was treated as family, like he was. The past year she had helped Isem raise his daughter. Isem had lucked out and his daughter had been on Earth for the battle at Wolf 359. Though in an unfortunate turn, the mother and father of his wife were both lost at the same battle. His daughter would take possession of the home and land when her great grandmother passed.

He had been taking a shuttle from the home in Northern California to San Francisco daily, to do his counseling and keep up with engineering information. He was in contact with the Captain and the commander, though he was unsure if he was going to get a ship with them.

Like all of the other survivors, he had been dealing with counselors. So had his daughter. He had done this once before. And he knew that time didn’t heal the wound, but you could learn to live with the pain and it helped you.

Many of the people he knew that had managed to survive the Borg were already on their way to new ships. For some reason, they were being made to wait. He was in the den, reading on the new ships that were on their way out of the shipyards for the first time. Trying to absorb everything he could.

He paused for a moment, stretching his senses. He was a bit further along with his telepathy than many half betazoids. He could read minds, but mostly he used it to keep an eye on his daughter's emotions. His daughter was busy in the kitchen with his grandmother in law. Together they were cooking up a storm. He could feel her happiness from his spot in the den.

He knew he wanted to keep his daughter with him when he got a new ship. Afterall the old lady was nearly eighty. Which in human years was too old to care for a small child. Or so he thought. Before the Borg, his daughter had been on board with him for six months, and six months with his wife. So ship living was not out of the ordinary for her. In fact she had asked him daily when the next trip on a ship would be.

His stomach growled, so he stood up to go to the kitchen. He was hoping he could get a call soon. Too much sitting around would kill his backside and widen his waistline.

 

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